Hastily running across the court to his own rooms, he groped his way—giddy and crapulous—up the dark and narrow staircase, and, after some fumbling with his key, opened the door.Frederic W. Farrar, Julian Home: A Tale of College Life, 1866

They asked what she did in London and she explained how she helped run an arts festival, and it sounded fey and crapulous. So she told the story of the drunken newsreader they'd booked the previous year…Mark Haddon, A Spot of Bother, 2006